WEEKEND = HERE

Sorry about the late post today. Busy morning, afternoon. Work? On a Friday? Boo!

FRIDAY

5 p.m. - Watch OSU/Cal at home
6 p.m. - Shower at halftime of said game. What did the game say?
7:15 p.m. - Go see "New Moon" with The Lunch Waitress
10:15 p.m. - Go out for some beers (185, Harrisons?)
1:30 a.m. - Get home early to ready for tomorrow

SATURDAY

9 a.m. - Wake up
9:10 a.m. - Just feel terrible
9:48 a.m. - Head to EGG
10:15 a.m. - Enjoy EGGing festivities
noon - GAMETIME OHHHH O O O O OHHHHHHHHHH OHHHH OHHH OHH OHHH OHH OHHHHHH
12:19 p.m. - Bitch about the EGG/Ohio State's offense
12:57 p.m. - Start feeling a little bit more confident about a win
1:28 p.m. - Head over to Panera for some soup
3:11 p.m. - We go over "options" with The 1 ... he liked options
3:15 p.m. - Walk north on High Street to various other bars/football watching
3:20 p.m. - Out-R-Inn, Sloppy Donkey, Little Bar?
7 p.m. - One of the bars we didn't go to already.
7:03 p.m. - The Mayor houdinis
7:24 p.m. - The 1 kudinis
8:13 p.m. - Well, I think after about 10 hours of drinking, we'll all be ready to call it a night
9 p.m. - Me on red couch, The Godfather on tan couch, we contemplate ordering a pizza while we watch game
9:41 p.m. - Start eating pizza
10:19 p.m. - Retire to bedroom, happy as a clam

SUNDAY

12:45 p.m. - Head somewhere to watch NFL football for fantasy reasons soley
4:23 p.m. - Hate my life/tiredness/bad mood
10:53 p.m. - Weekend over :(

Hey just a great ballgame tonight. Way to go Ohio State. We're awesome.

Gotta love that Matta. He takes us to the tournament every year. Who would you rather have? Jim O'Brien? Jeez. What did he ever do?

It was just great to be on the same floor as Carolina. As Ohio State fans, we should hope for nothing more. It's all about winning Big 11 games, and playing the other good teams tough. Losing is fine. We'll get to 19 or 20 wins, that's what matters in this sport.

I love Diebler. Especially when he's jacking up bricks for 30 minutes. When Buford isn't scoring, leave him in the game. Evan Turner doesn't turn the ball over a lot. If you say that he does, you hate Ohio State. So don't say that.

We could not possibly have expected to win this game tonight, so we should just be happy that we are now a regional doormat for big time programs in basketball and football, who can't compete for national titles, and who get beat all the time when the nation is watching and it counts the most. The "nation" doesn't realize what all those Iowa and Minnesota wins mean around these parts.

Matta and Tressel forever. Superiority in the Midwest. Mediocrity nationally. Yes!

- The 1 Father

A song about Michigan quarterback Taint Foreskin.

"Gather 'round the cave me hearties and I'll weave you a tale about a piece of human scum.

A cool-he-ain't, about to faint, dressed in maize and blue paint, speakin' about Lucifer's saint named Taint.

Taint Foreskin is a joke

A Motherfuckin' joke!

His Wolverines are gonna fuckin' croak

They call him Dr. Choke

He likes to get his butthole poked

'Cause Taint Foreskin is a mohterfuckin' joke

Taint Foreskin is a bitch

A Motherfucking bitch!

As welcome as a case of rectal itch

His gender he should switch

The Bucks defense makes him twitch

'Cause Taint Foreskin is a motherfuckin' bitch.

Taint Foreskin is a dick

A Motherfuckin' dick!

A fucked up, sucked up, nasty, whining prick

He can't get a chick

When he fucks he comes too quick

'Cause Taint Foreskin is a motherfuckin' dick.

Les Regiments interlude

Taint Foreskin' is a clown

A Motherfuckin' Clown

The biggest clown in all Ann Arbor town.

A loser all around.

Ya son of a bitch, you're goin' down.

'Cause Taint Foreskin is a mother fuckin' clown.

Taint Foreskin is a motherfuckin' clooooooooooowwwwwwwwwnnnnnn.

Bite it Taint!"

- h/t The Dead Schembs

(except A-Poo, apparently)

What happened last night when A-Poo tried to redeem his CBJ ticket from Friday night for some Wendy's Chili? In a word: Denied!

McNugget 911 Calls sound bite  911 Calls sound bites

She say she are the manager.

-The Godfather

Sans a bosom, no better way to wake up than with your head buried in your pillow (or someone else's if you're borrowing), your fists pounding the bed, feet playfully kicking and head rocking from side-to-side.

It's the Thursday of Michigan Week. I'm excited. I say this a lot, but it's one of my favorite nights of the year. Tonight it's even better with a national championship sleeper Ohio State (yeah, I said it) playing against the defending national champs North Carolina.

I don't know if I'll make the walk down to Mirror Lake (if it's raining and really muddy, maybe not). I'm right at about 80 percent certain I'll walk down there from the EGG but that's down from the 100 percent I've had for the past decade or mo.

We're looking at temps in the low 40s tonight.

Not many chances to see the speedo-clad and bikini-clad (not in that order) in late November.

Nipples!!

Well, tomorrow should actually be a pretty average afternoon. I have absolutely no plans.

Saturday, well, I think we went to the EGG at 8 a.m. for the 2007 OSU-scUM game. Maybe 10 a.m. would be a little better this year. I don't see the HUGE crowd this time around. After the game? Who knows what happens next. A godforsaken loss and we're all back home licking wounds (our own). A likely win? A walk north and a replay of much of what happened in 2007.

Sans the exit from Out-R-Inn.

- AMG